Supreme Mission [Rebirth]

The screen shook, and Mu Ziyu's enlarged nostrils appeared on the pitch-black screen.

"Okay, okay, I can see it." Qiu Shaoyan said beside him.

"Wow, there are so many people!" Mu Ziyu was startled when he saw the number of people pouring into the live broadcast room, and counted intently: "Ten million... 91? It easily broke the record of the number of people in my previous live broadcast. Of course, That was the record before debut."

Mu Ziyu has a special liking for live broadcasts. In his spare time, he would open live broadcasts to chat nonsense with fans, gossiping all over the place, and complaining about the people in the team by the way. The LGs would not say that they like to listen to these things the most.

"Is the live broadcast on?"

"Open, Brother Feng."

Mu Ziyu put his mobile phone on the stand and raised it up so that several people could be in the mirror at the same time.

"Hello, everyone, I am Mu Ziyu, the variety show director of PMT. Welcome to the live broadcast room of 'Is it Ziyu, not Poppy'~"

"Because of the time difference, it was past six o'clock in the morning at Huaxia. So many people got up to watch the live broadcast. It seems that they have great expectations for our theme today."

In just a few words, the number of people in the live broadcast room easily exceeded one million, and it is still rising.

Such achievements can be attributed to the early publicity.

After planning for Yibai Qingsheng's riot group and Lu Jiaming's joint planning, they began to publicize this special live broadcast on Weibo, and people inside and outside the circle jointly forwarded it, making few netizens in China unaware of this special live broadcast. Prosperity Live.

"In order to ensure a sense of surprise, we have worked very hard to isolate Yishen from the Internet in the past two days, preventing him from seeing the news of the live broadcast." Qiu Shaoyan's eyes widened, his face full of sincerity and difficulty, "You guys haven't come yet Praise us?"

——Praise you, praise you, well done!

——It’s rare to have a rest day, but I use it to watch the live broadcast [dog face]

——You are the best!So where is Yida?

"Your Yida doesn't know anything about it yet, so I'll take you to watch Yishen's luxurious villa in LA first!"

Holding the selfie stick, Mu Ziyu carefully turned the direction. The living room with a huge space serves as the center and connects the corridors leading to each room in the villa area. The spiral staircase uses a transparent glass space as the axis, winding and superior.

—Stair lift?Villa elevator, I want to know how tall Yishen’s villa is (ノへ￣,)

——There is a gift box on the floor of the living room. The gift must be placed in such an obvious place for tricks.

——I saw it too, a big box with candles around it.

——There must be layers of gift boxes inside.

——Why do I think it is Yizhou 2333

——Hahaha, Yi Zhou +1

"Wait! Turn off the lights! Brother Jiaming just called to say that he is back!" Su Jin directed after answering the phone.

Qiu Shaoyan slid on the wall and frantically turned off the lights. The room was plunged into darkness, and the live broadcast screen could not see anything, only the sound could be heard.

"Due to limited conditions, everyone can only listen to my live broadcast with their ears up."

Mu Ziyu explained the situation concisely, "Now the five of us are hiding in Brother Bo's private villa. We spent two days preparing for this birthday celebration. Everything is ready and I owe it to Brother Bo. I don't know if Brother Bo will do it. I’ll be so moved that I’ll cry haha—hey! Who hit me?”

"Me." Feng Hui admitted calmly.

"...QAQ"

—— My brother Feng Xiaohui is online√

"Speak ill of Brother Yi, Mu Ziyu, please beat me up."

"Stop talking! You're back!" Su Jin urged in a low voice.

The live broadcast room fell silent in an instant, and the sound and picture all disappeared. The silence made people wonder if the live broadcast had malfunctioned.

There was a sudden sound of opening the door in the house, and someone pressed the switch, but the villa was not lit up.

"We also turned off the switch." Qiu Shaoyan explained in a low voice.

After changing his shoes, Yi Bai waited until his eyes adjusted to the darkness before walking in. Since he bought the villa, there has never been a power outage, the only exception being today.

It's not that the man who couldn't remember what his birthday guessed, walked into the living room and saw a row of lit candles surrounding a half-height gift box to verify his guess.

The Troubled Troupe is well-known in the Huaxia entertainment circle for its surprises, so you don't need to think to know whose work it is.

Yibai slowly approached the gift box. Such a large volume is more than enough to accommodate a 1.8-meter person. The spacious capacity can always remind people of something.

Yi Zhou...?

Because of some anticipation, the corners of his mouth turned up unknowingly. Yibai walked into the center of the candle and looked around. It was so dark that no one could be seen, but Yibo knew that they were hiding here and watching him.

Unwrap the tied bow, stop the moment when you are about to open the gift box, and then open it without hesitation.

A familiar head popped out of it, but something was different.

The momentary effort did not allow him to think too much, Yi Bai subconsciously embraced the person who jumped towards him, with a strange softness in his arms, and when he was in a daze, he happened to meet a familiar face covered with blood.

The darkness, the tricky doll, and the disappointment of empty joy made Yi Bai look at this doll that could be described as "scary" with a blank expression.

After quietly staring at each other for a few seconds, the man squeezed the horror doll's head with a cold face, pressed it back into the gift box, closed the box lid with a "snap", and pressed his hand on it without removing it.

The only thing the audience in the live broadcast room can see is the scene of candles forming a bright area. The series of movements of Yi Bai, who is being targeted by the troublemakers, is inexplicably cute.

——If I read correctly, the male god is losing his temper?

——He was losing his temper, he must have thought it was Yi Zhou2333

——Yishen's little angry look is really cute.

Just as he was calming down, a green arrow suddenly appeared on the ground, pointing to the corner of the living room. Yibai stood for a while, but still followed.

It was still a big gift box surrounded by candles, but after taking it out just now, he had personally experienced the style of making troubles, and he no longer had the attitude of confirmation just now.

Walking over and opening the gift box again, nothing out of the ordinary jumped out. In the big gift box of one square meter, there was only a palm-sized dragon-shaped puppet lying.

"..."

I don't want to cooperate with those people anymore, I really want to drag five of them, no, four of them out and beat them ==

The lid was closed again with a "snap", and a green indicator arrow appeared on the ground again and again.

Obviously thinking that he would no longer cooperate with them in the game of unpacking gifts, Yi Bai finally opened the third gift box - a green cucumber - with indescribable care.

The fourth gift box - a bag of high-quality dog ​​food.

Yibai tensed his lip line in a low-pressure manner, suppressing the violent factor in his blood, and he was not as careful as before when opening the gift, he directly opened the fifth gift box.

The dryness that came like a tide was gently smoothed away, and his condensed expression relaxed. He fixedly stared at the people inside, and forgot to speak for a moment.

Sitting cross-legged comfortably in the box, Yi Zhou with a red bow tied around his neck saw his own face on the screen of his mobile phone. This scene was recorded behind him.

"Hi, princess, I'm your gift." He said.

A moment later, the remaining four members of the troublemaker were leaning on the balcony, watching the bright red supercar exit the garage neatly, and drive away in the dark night, leaving only the arc drawn by the swaying red taillights.

"Why were all the gifts we prepared returned?" Mu Ziyu said angrily, shaking the "bloody" prank doll in his hand.

Su Jin calmly took out a slice of cucumber from the bowl and stuck it on her cheek, "Who made him only satisfied with the 'gift' from Yi Xiaozhou?"

"Brother Ming Zhou treats himself as a gift, isn't it absurd? If I had known earlier, I would have given myself as a gift too."

"It's a pity, I've been picking out dog food for a long time, and Tuanbao can't eat it." Qiu Shaoyan struggled with the high-quality dog ​​food.

Feng Hui looked at the taillights of the car that had long since disappeared, recalling Yi Bai's words "Since Yi Zhou is my gift, I want to take him apart alone", no matter how I think about it, something is wrong.

As an actor, he is also a very talented actor. Feng Hui is very good at capturing emotions. He is usually gentle and harmless, but he is actually a sheep in wolf's clothing. The small details that ordinary people tend to ignore are invisible to him.

The two had a close relationship, and Feng Hui still hasn't figured out why their acquaintance was short, but their relationship is better than that of friends who have been friends for more than ten years.

"It's so annoying! These two people sneaked out again to live in a world of two! Do you think we are light bulbs?"

Mu Ziyu yelled, this villa area covers a large area, and the neighbor's house is some distance away, no matter how you shout, no one will complain.

……Bulb?

Feng Hui clenched the dragon-shaped doll in his hand, and the sudden conclusion that came to his mind made him break out in a cold sweat.

Don't look at the yelling of a certain CP in the Huaxia circle. From the perspective of others, this is just for self-entertainment, and they don't bother to care about you. But if there are some signs, this pool of water will no longer be as calm as it used to be.

Yibai...he cares too much about Xiaozhou.

And what would make a man who is indifferent to outsiders and things change his preferences, quickly integrate into the other party's communication and life circle, and even use Weibo and other methods to imprint his own brand on that person?

There is only one answer...

The supercar runs fast on the street, the roar of the engine blends with the wind, and the most primitive neigh ignites a man's romantic instinct.

Yi Zhou stretched his hand out of the car, and the cool summer wind slipped through his fingers, making him want to scream out loud.

"where are we going?"

Yi Zhou didn't know how dazzling the expression of enjoyment that replaced his ease at this time was.

In Yibo's eyes, what he shows in front of others is always the confidence to strategize. No matter what problem he has, it is not a problem for him. It is as if he is blessed by the gods. Except for acting, there seems to be nothing that can confuse him.

Even in the face of shortcomings, this person can smile lightly, and this is the first time Yibai has seen him completely release his emotions.

Yi Zhou turned his head. The thing tied tightly around his neck was not comfortable. He removed the red ribbon, trying to let it drift away with the wind, but his wrist was caught.

Yibai took off the ribbon and stuffed it into the partition of the car while looking forward, "I still have use for it."

This comfort made Yi Zhou's brain nerves that had been working for a long time rested. He didn't think much about the purpose of the man taking the ribbon. He folded his arms behind his head and squinted his eyes to feel the conscious flow of air.

Yibo watched him, his Adam's apple rolled up and down involuntarily, his dry throat made his voice low and hoarse: "On your birthday, I have something to tell you."

"I don't mind if you tell me now." Yi Zhou didn't even open his eyes.

"I mind."

Yi Zhou raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Is it a topic that must be discussed after I become an adult?"

"kindness."

"I can't see that you are still so rigid." Yi Zhou didn't care, he casually said: "Man, being too rigid is not flattering."

"...you don't like it?"

The boy turned his head and raised the corners of his lips, looking like a bad boy without any scruples: "Sometimes I also yearn for taboo topics."

For people whose mental age is nearly forty, where are there any taboo topics?

Yi Bai looked straight ahead and drove the car seriously. When Yi Zhou was leaning on the back of the chair and was about to fall asleep comfortably, he suddenly spoke.

"Then, let's talk about some taboo topics."

The author has something to say: The long-lost small theater——

Yi Zhou: I know why you collect my stuff.

Yibai: ...

Yi Zhou: Collect my military uniforms, collect my ribbons, and end up using them all on the bed?

Yibai: Appropriate taste is conducive to the communication between the two parties.

Yi Zhou: Okay, let me experience this kind of fun in you later, let's have a good communication.

Yibai: ...